Forgotten

What about those times when the wind blew our way. What about the sun, when it shined in our face. What about the moon at night. How it's seemed to give us just enough light. What about the ups and downs. They all played a part. It was the building blocks that couldn't keep us apart. Now silent days and loud nights. Help me figure out this plight. I'm afraid of the future now. Cause it's slowly moving away. To a black hole of nothing. So should I stay?